our earth where we could always cry

our earth where we could always cry, every day, all of 2017, to sate the drought, to save ourselves or bathe ourselves, hydrate ourselves. (those spiders on planet earth just dangle themselves into the pitcher flower, to eat those bugs who came to drink.) (these thoughts are related only by water. even a flower can digest what drinks it.)  but today on our earth if we cry (we do cry) we breathe each other in / hydrate each other’s skin like we make water.